“Isabella, your twin sister has been making quite a few moves lately. You should be careful.” Lily White slid her phone across the table, displaying a video of Ethan Sullivan walking out of a bar with Evelyn Sullivan in his arms.
Isabella’s fingers trembled slightly, but her smile remained sweet. “Lily, what does this prove? Ethan has always been kind. Maybe Evelyn was in trouble.”
“You’re too naive!” Lily lowered her voice. “I saw her order three male models in a private booth. The scene was disgusting!”
Isabella clenched her skirt tightly, though her tone stayed soft. “Do you have proof?”
“The bar’s surveillance must have caught it!” Lily’s eyes suddenly lit up. “I have an idea…”
After hearing her friend’s plan, Isabella bit her lip and shook her head. “That doesn’t seem right.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Lily insisted. “Leave it to me.”
Isabella lowered her gaze, hiding the cold glint in her eyes. “Fine… I’ll trust you.”
As she turned toward the fitting room, her nails dug deep into her palms. Evelyn, since you insist on clinging to what isn’t yours, don’t blame me for what comes next.
MY Fashion Group Headquarters
Sophia Reynolds tossed an embossed invitation onto the desk. “Charles Jackson’s seventieth birthday. He specifically invited his ‘beloved granddaughter.'”
Evelyn didn’t look up. “Don’t you have work to do?”
“I’m just curious,” Sophia leaned in. “If the Jacksons knew you’re Anna, the legendary fashion designer, wouldn’t they regret everything?”
Three years ago, Sophia had witnessed Victoria Farley slapping Evelyn in public while doting on Isabella. Back then, she’d assumed Evelyn was just an unloved adopted daughter.
Until she walked into MY for an interview and saw Evelyn sitting in the CEO’s chair.
“Boring.” Evelyn closed the file.
Sophia blinked. “Want me to go with you? Revealing your identity in front of them would be priceless.”
“No need. Ethan is coming with me.”
“What?!” Sophia nearly knocked over her coffee. “I thought you were getting divorced!”
Evelyn’s expression darkened. “Plans changed.”
Her phone rang suddenly. Vanessa Cruz, JM’s store manager, sounded frantic. “Boss, a new employee accidentally displayed the Serendipity collection. A customer is insisting on buying it—offering double the price.”
